The Door Was Ajar So I Came In

I use my old name to sign in here. This old blue room. Timeless because bodiless. Moth and rust do not destroy the internet's vastness--yet. Reading these old posts is like running my hands over the furniture in an vacant room. I see from my old posts that I don't write as well as I used to. Wake up, wake up! Sweat again over words! Don't be so jaded! The world always needs good words. But where will the good words come from without an audience to bring them forth? I cannot write without an audience, but maybe for ghosts.